One thing is clear to me, that no indulgence of passion destroys the spiritual nature so much as respectable selfishness.

Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through.

Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere and into here.

Doubts are the messengers of the Living One to the honest. They are the first knock at our door of things that are not yet, but have to be, understood. . . . Doubts must precede every deeper assurance; for uncertainties are what we first see when we look into a region hitherto unknown, unexplored, unannexed.

We have to do with God, to whom no one can look without the need of being good waking up in his heart; to think about God is to begin to be good.

Thou art beautiful because God created thee, but thou art a slave to sin... wickedness has made you ugly.

But when we are following the light, even its extinction is a guide.